I hated pregnancy. I'd love to go one and on about the supposed pregnancy glow or those sweet baby kicks, but no. And since my personal hell that is growing another human being inside my body wasn't bad enough, my husband always knew the exact wrong time to do or say something, sending me into a rage spiral only a quart of ice cream could cure. In fact, there were numerous times when my husband made my pregnancy worse and, honestly, I'm still not over. Some scars last a lifetime, my friends. And no, I'm not just talking about stretch marks and C-sections.
During my first pregnancy I downplayed a lot of my valid frustrations because, well, neither one of us had ever been through something so life-changing before. There's a level of leniency in the unknown, you know? It wasn't until that horrendous, heavy morning sickness kicked in that I really felt like my feelings were valid. I mean, I couldn't get through a typical day doing typical things, so why should he?
My second pregnancy was slightly different, though. Having been through the whole gestation thing once before, I could differentiate serious pain from the normal aches and discomforts associated with pregnancy. So when those "something is wrong" red flags started showing up, I expected my partner to act accordingly. Sometimes he stepped up to the plate, to be sure, but other times he fell short and, sadly, made things worse. So with that in mind, here are a few ways my partner made pregnancy a much more exhausting experience: